Forbidden Area: Play as Sword Eight. My teammates beg me not to be reckless.
30 Is it really good for you guys to act as the boss of Sword Eight?

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While Fatty Wang was forging, the little brother had already followed the map and was about to reach his first destination.

"Dragon Rearing Pool!"

"A divine beast like a dragon can actually be raised. I wonder what kind of effort this is!”

The little brother was wearing a black robe, and his body was completely fused with the black color. He muttered in disbelief.

This forbidden area seemed to be thousands of times more complicated than he had thought at the beginning.

When he recalled the appearance of those Dragon Rearing People, the little brother seemed to have sensed a bloodline power that was not weaker than his.

Of course.

That was just before. The Kirin tattoo on the little brother's body had long become like a picture. The Kirin on it seemed to be about to come alive.

An endless stream of power was constantly filling his body.

Even if he had been traveling for so long.

He was not tired at all.

It was many times stronger than before.

To the little brother.

The treasure was still the most important thing. This was his main purpose for participating in this program.

Moreover…

Not everyone was like Chen Jian, who was powerful and impeccable and had a killing nature.

This kind of teammate was a double-edged sword.

It made people feel mixed emotions.

It also made the audience in the live broadcast room love and hate. Everything else was good, but when it came to killing, they would not let go of anything.

Any one of those treasures could cause an earthquake in the outside world. As a mortal, who wouldn't be tempted?

While the little brother was filled with emotions, every time he thought of Chen Jian's terrifying strength, he could not help but feel a chill, and his speed slowed down a little.

Forbidden land, dangerous?

However, the greatest danger was clearly his teammates!

He didn't know why.

The young man still felt that it was safer to travel alone than to be by Chen Jian's side.

He could only trouble Fatty Wang.

The little brother felt slightly apologetic.

"If my judgment is correct, the first destination is right ahead.”The young man stopped and took a look at the map.

But at this moment.

The little brother suddenly felt a familiar fluctuation. This feeling had appeared in the swamp.

It was very intense.

It even resonated with the Qilin tattoo on his body. The Qilin tattoo on his body seemed to come alive and emitted a high fighting spirit.

The young man endured the emotional changes brought by the Qilin tattoo. He observed carefully and realized that it was in front of him.

As the little brother approached.

Several voices of conversation entered his ears.

"What's wrong with Old Huang?”

"Didn't we agree to gather here at this time?”

This was the voice of the first person. It was very old and sounded very old.

"I'm not sure, but the last time he contacted us, he said he found the Blood Clotting Bead!”

The second person's voice was heard. However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a new voice.

"Blood Clotting Bead!"

"How could that be!"

"Old Yellow, that old fellow, is actually so lucky! "This way, if we obtain the Dragon Rearing Pool, that would be really amazing.”

"With the Blood Clotting Pearl, we can even use the Dragon Rearing Pool to raise a real dragon!”

It was just as he had thought.

After the young man heard the conversation of these people, he could not help but be shocked!

The purpose of this group of people was not as simple as the Dragon Rearing Pool. They had unspeakable secrets.

However, if his deduction was correct, the flood dragons in the valley had long been ownerless. As long as they invaded their territory, they would definitely trigger their attacking habits.

Even a flood dragon could still fly in the air and possess unbelievable combat strength.

At this moment.

"Humph!"

"We're just taking back what belongs to us!”

"At that time, the world should return to the fear of the Dragon Rearing.”

Loud laughter rang out.

They had already turned off the live broadcast, but they still did not expect a pair of eyes to be watching them silently.

Three pitch-black figures.

From the little brother's angle, the only thing that could be clearly seen was a pair of scales and horns on each of their heads.

The little brother secretly remembered the characteristics of the three people and continued to hide.

At this moment.

The little brother's live broadcast room was already in an uproar.

"F * ck, what does this mean?"

"Why does it sound so evil to return to the fear of the Dragon Rearing?”

"There's no need to doubt the previous poster. It's said that thousands of years ago, there was a group of dragon farmers. They raised dragons in the beginning because they liked to eat dragon meat. However, slowly, in order to evolve the dragons, they used human flesh as their food..."

"As a result, they became extremely cruel. Fortunately, the dragon's reproductive ability was too weak, and they gradually disappeared over a long period of time.”

"This group of Dragon Rearing Race people no longer have their greatest reliance, so they gradually withdrew from the world's vision. (The above is purely written blindly. If there is any similarity, it is purely coincidental.))”

"Damn, I almost believed it. As expected, the comments section will definitely produce the Crouching Dragon Phoenix!”

......

At the same time.

On the other side, Fatty Wang was covered in sweat from forging. He took off his wet shirt, revealing a thick streaky pork belly.

The audience was dumbfounded.

He was shocked.

Instead, it was Lord Fatty. He was clearly such a burden, but he could actually be as fast as a cheetah, jump like an antelope, and even exchange a few moves with a ferocious beast.

What the f * ck.

How many stimulants did he drink?

"Fatty, are you done?" Chen Jian leaned back on the recliner and looked at Fatty Wang, who was sweating profusely, in boredom.

It felt strange.

At such a time, Fatty Wang could always find something to do, but he could make Chen Jian feel that he was not deliberately stalling for time.

It was reasonable.

"Soon!"

"Brother Swordsman Eight, wait a moment. I'll be done after tempering the fire!”

Fatty Wang shouted as he busied himself with his work.

He was clearly stalling for time, but he seemed even more anxious than Chen Jian.

Such a scene.

Looking at the audience in the live broadcast room, they couldn't help but laugh heartily. They were in awe of Fatty Wang's acting skills.

"I laughed. Lord Fatty, is it really good for you to act as the boss of Sword Eight like this?”

"That's right, why does Boss Swordsman believe you every time!”

"This time, we just want to know how long you can stall Boss Sword8.”

"Fatty Wang: Do you think I'm just a craftsman? Then you're wrong. I'll lay my cards on the table. I'm actually the best actor!”

"Lord Fatty's delaying technique can be said to be perfect! I admire you! I admire you!"

"That's right. Even the 100 million viewers in our live broadcast room almost believed it!”

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